I love how Michael posted pretty much the same thing on both his xanga site & our blogger site. Look... compare... laugh like I did. No guns to anyone's head! I did have to bug him about it a little bit tho.
I'm hella tired & I still have to write another paragraph or two to turn in before my nine thirty class tomorrow! Before my nine thirty class, not at nine thirty, but before it! Greatness... & my French test! Mon Dieu, je ne l'aime pas le francais, c'est barbant, est tres stupide. Apres je utilise mon ordinatur, je me lave mon figure et les mains et je me couche et je m'endorm. Yay! Tres bon. Not really.
UHHM. Michael's funny. So I call him after work on Saturday as I'm on my way out to dinner with my family and I ask him to come watch fireworks with me, because MW was having fireworks for Columbus Day weekend I guess? Yeah so we were in the car waiting for the fireworks and his clocks are weird so nine thirty comes and goes and Michael's all starting to say, "Jengy, are you sure you didn't lie about the fireworks to..." and he gets interrupted by a flash of light and a loud boom. HAHA. I'm all cracking up and saying, "To what??" and he's looking all bashful and laughing at himself and saying "To get me out..." =D So yeah, that's what he's referring to. We watched the fireworks... it was funn.
This weekend... I like how I can't really talk about work because of scary online stalkers who just don't know when to leave well enough alone... but my boss let me read this book that says how our high school history textbooks are all wrong because it's misinformed or it leaves a lot of stuff out and it's so great that Michael got it for me today. Along with a CD player. I like how when I started working I started to pay for my own stuff & he stopped buying me stuff & I'm used to that now but then he went and bought me hella stuff today and it felt weird!!
I'm sleepy and a little hyper still because Michael just left and he makes me happy and yeah we had funn watching Jerry McGuire & I love the 80s - 1989. =) Watching TV with Michael is funn. Doing a paper while Michael is observing the way I look really really mad when I do hw is not so funn.
Deeper stuff later. Hyper stuff now. My friend who shall remain nameless right now counts money three times to make sure he gets it right. I told him he had C.O.D. And he was all OCD? (Obsessive compulsive disorder). And I thought about it and said that I have dyslexia.
I have baklava. Does anyone know what that is????
When Michael goes to Las Vegas it means that we can't get married bc he's going to eff some stripper in a hotel room and then get an STD and I can't marry someone with an STD!
I'm sleepy. This is SO past my bedtime it's unheard of. UNHEARD OF.
I have what Jae calls "come and get me" boots. =) Watchoutnow.
I'm hella tired & I still have to write another paragraph or two to turn in before my nine thirty class tomorrow! Before my nine thirty class, not at nine thirty, but before it! Greatness... & my French test! Mon Dieu, je ne l'aime pas le francais, c'est barbant, est tres stupide. Apres je utilise mon ordinatur, je me lave mon figure et les mains et je me couche et je m'endorm. Yay! Tres bon. Not really.
UHHM. Michael's funny. So I call him after work on Saturday as I'm on my way out to dinner with my family and I ask him to come watch fireworks with me, because MW was having fireworks for Columbus Day weekend I guess? Yeah so we were in the car waiting for the fireworks and his clocks are weird so nine thirty comes and goes and Michael's all starting to say, "Jengy, are you sure you didn't lie about the fireworks to..." and he gets interrupted by a flash of light and a loud boom. HAHA. I'm all cracking up and saying, "To what??" and he's looking all bashful and laughing at himself and saying "To get me out..." =D So yeah, that's what he's referring to. We watched the fireworks... it was funn.
This weekend... I like how I can't really talk about work because of scary online stalkers who just don't know when to leave well enough alone... but my boss let me read this book that says how our high school history textbooks are all wrong because it's misinformed or it leaves a lot of stuff out and it's so great that Michael got it for me today. Along with a CD player. I like how when I started working I started to pay for my own stuff & he stopped buying me stuff & I'm used to that now but then he went and bought me hella stuff today and it felt weird!!
I'm sleepy and a little hyper still because Michael just left and he makes me happy and yeah we had funn watching Jerry McGuire & I love the 80s - 1989. =) Watching TV with Michael is funn. Doing a paper while Michael is observing the way I look really really mad when I do hw is not so funn.
Deeper stuff later. Hyper stuff now. My friend who shall remain nameless right now counts money three times to make sure he gets it right. I told him he had C.O.D. And he was all OCD? (Obsessive compulsive disorder). And I thought about it and said that I have dyslexia.
I have baklava. Does anyone know what that is????
When Michael goes to Las Vegas it means that we can't get married bc he's going to eff some stripper in a hotel room and then get an STD and I can't marry someone with an STD!
I'm sleepy. This is SO past my bedtime it's unheard of. UNHEARD OF.
I have what Jae calls "come and get me" boots. =) Watchoutnow.
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